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December 13, 2011

MONA'S DIRTY LOOK AND MY BAD

Christmas is not as much about opening our presents as opening our hearts. ~- Janice MaeditereChristmas is coming......12 days & counting!!

Don't forget to leave the cookies for Santa Paws & carrots for the reindeer on Christmas Eve!! Mommy's heart, George Weenie here........

Before I tell ya what I did at Petco Saturday, "I was bad, very BAD",

gotta show ya some pictures of my Sissy. She got tired of Mommy pointing the flashy at us while she was doing our Christmas Smilebox so she made a face at Mommy.

It started like this..........

and then went to this............ and ended like this!"You go girl, didn't think ya had it in you!" OK......now left me tell ya what happened Saturday at Petco. Remember we was supposed to be elfs and help Santa Claus. Well, I got news for you. Santa Claus was a NO SHOW. Lots of upset pups and peeps. What can I say! Mommy said Santa Paws wouldn't have stood us up.

Anyway, this is what happened. I needed to go pee and Ms Susan said she'd take me out. I did my business and that's when it happened. As we was coming back inside, all of a sudden I heard a whole bunch of sqeakers. Of course I had to find out where they were and dragged Ms Susan to where that lovely noice was coming from. I was moving pretty fast and she almost tripped. There was a whole bunch of kids playing with stuffies and I figured I should be able to play with them too. NOT!! Ms Susan picked me up and carried me to Mommy, kicking and barking. Mommy couldn't get me to stay still and as long as I heard them squeakers, I kept being bad. Mommy was so ashamed of me. OK, I admit to. I threw a temper tantrum!

Then Ms Susan's husband went and bought me a hedgehog stuffie. After that played and played with that stuffie until all its guts came out and chewed on the squeaker until it died. It was so much fun.

Then they say I was really bad. Somebody took a dump right under our table. Just because I had been playing under there, doesn't mean it was me. Mona was sitting under there too. What can I say?

Hey Mona!Wow, I don't blame you for putting your paw down about the flashy beast. Cute pix of your frustrated face! BOLHey Weenie!Wow, you totally deserved to have a tantrum since Santa Claus stiffed everyone! What a jerk. You're right...Santa Paws wouldn't do that. After that insult, all bets are off. Those mini-two-leggers had no reason to be playing with dog toys, they should go to ToysRUs or somewhere! Hmph. Grr and Woof,Sarge, COP

Weenie.. I think you behaved in PERFECT DACHSHUND Fashion. With a NO SHOW Santa Paw Pretender you had every right to say it was a CRAPPY thingy and that the Whole MESS just STINKS!! Esp. those RUDE little TWO Leggers.. I say.. THEY should get their OWN Toy and Snack Store and Leave OURS to US. That was a SMOOTH MOVE Weenie!!! I'm just sayin.PeeS... Don't you worry one little bit... the REAL Santa Paws knows the REAL Situation.

PROUDLY WE DO HAIL

Mona + Prissy + Angel Weenie

My name is Mona. I am a wire hair dachshund adopted from DACHSHUND RESCUE OF HOUSTON on 02/19/05. I came to comfort my Mommy when, Samantha, her almost 15 year old first dachshund went to the Rainbow Bridge. Mommy said I saved her life but she saved me first. Samantha quides me now from heaven.
She adopted 4 more dachshunds, my brothers...Jacks, Siskle, Toby and Peanut but due to a medical problem had to give my brothers back to DROH in 2007. They are all happy with their new families and we still get to visit with them.
My bloggie is dedicated to Samantha and my brothers...they are ever in our hearts.